Let's Meet Up And Die Novels & Stories

If I die then everything will be finished. I will find peace. My eyes slowly close as my mind goes blank. It felt nice to die. Finally…..I could… meet…my……

Over my dead fucking body. **************************************************

He looked around him but he can only see vast darkness in his surrounding, “Who are you? Where am I?” The man shakes his head, “It is not important who I am, what important is the piece of advice that I’ll be giving to you.” Shawn became confused about what is happening, “Advice? What are you talking about? I don’t understand what you’re saying.” He approached Shawn and whisper to his ear, “This is how simple my advice for you, just make sure you don’t die, or else, I will be the one who will kill you whether you’re in hell or heaven.”

Amy said, and the other two nodded along and became a little more serious. They knew that even a single mistake would result in failure and them getting killed. “We have got closer to the final step now…it would not take much time until I meet them. I wanna see their reaction when they see me again after all these years that have passed…”

"Most companies are not yet convinced of that. I think they will be, eventually." I said the last sentence and felt something, not déjà vu exactly but the specific quality of a phrase that had been said before in a different context. Someone will make them the same thing eventually. My wife's father, in 1994, at a dinner in London, to the man who would arrange his death. He was right then. I was quoting him now without knowing I was quoting him. After the formal meeting, in the reception that followed, I was talking to Fatima about the development finance parallels she saw in Crawford's East Africa expansion plans, which Madeline had briefed me on that morning, when a woman I recognised from

"Let him die. He's just another worthless man. My boyfriend is Grayson, not that trash." … In the end, I bought Sonny a plot of land and set up a headstone. Not for anything else—just to do what was right. I hope, in the next life, we never meet again.

Then, slowly, he rose to his feet, his eyes darkening. The words seemed impossible to process. Caleb? Dead? The image of his rival flashed through his mind. The countless confrontations. The business battles. The hatred that had existed between them for years. Yet none of those memories matched the reality Marcel had just described. Death. Final and irreversible. Nathan felt an uncomfortable heaviness settle in his chest. Marcel remained silent, giving him space to absorb the news. Nathan turned away and walked toward the window. His reflection stared back at him.

Every last one of them. And not only will I kill them once… We are gonna still meet in hell in the afterlife.

I am dead…. ****

I don't even care any more if I live or die. That's when the stench hits and the iron changes. And I meet Didi's wolf.